Page 67 of On a Fault Line

But at least he does what he’s told.

I can’t help but giggle. “I am, but too bad for you, you signed the contract. Now you are stuck with me.”

“It’s okay. I kind of like it.”

“Kind of? Hmmm…we’ll see how you feel after you’re shooting your hot, thick cum down my throat.”

I watch as Collins’s eyes darken, and he reaches for the back of my head, guiding me forward gently but with clear intent—and it instantly changes the dynamic.

I had a few seconds of control getting him into this position, with me on my knees between his strong legs, but there’s no part of me that has that power now.

It’s as if I’m completely under the influence of Collins Stone.

Possessed by his possession…

And I’m not complaining.

“Open that sweet but sassy mouth of yours, Princess. Time to live up to the promise you just proposed.”

I comply.

“I can’t wait for you to fulfill the promises that you so freely offered.”

When Collins leans forward, my natural reaction is to lean back, but the hand on the back of my head holds me still.

“You’re being such a good girl.”

His thumb pets the skin of my cheek, while the other holds firm in my hair.

One touch is soft.

The other touch is possessive—urgent.

“Loosen your lips and just give me a kiss. You can give me one kiss, right?”

I allow my lips to relax and feel the pressure at the back of my head coaxing me forward. With gentleness, I place the tip into my mouth and hum around it.

“Get accustomed to breathing through your nose, sweet girl. You’re about to do a lot of it.”

The tension I’ve been holding in my shoulders relaxes as Collins takes his time and walks me through every step along the way.

“I’m going to feed you another inch.”

My hands use the backs of his knees for support as I sink my butt farther into the water to get into a more natural position.

“Eyes on me.”

I do as I’m told. And it feels fucking powerful to obey him.

“I don’t want you to think of anything other than swallowing my cock.” His hand that was once grazing against my cheek now curls around my throat, and I instantly feel my pulse quicken. “Relax your neck.” He gives it a little squeeze. “More.”

I nod and accept another inch.

“Keep breathing through your nose and press your thumbs into the palms of your hands to have less of a chance of triggering your gag reflex. Understood?”

“Yesh,” I sputter, instantly regretting trying to talk. Spit dribbles from the corner of my lips, traveling down my chin.

Another inch.

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